The Distant Promise

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The letter was blackened at the edges, the paper brittle and curling like a dead leaf in the center of my father’s desk. I held it up to the window, the glass cold against my forehead, trying to decipher the scorch marks that had swallowed the last three lines. The date on the envelope was October 14th, three days before he died, and the signature was his, shaky but legible. I had spent the...

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